Growing up, I was the kid who did what they were supposed to do. Ok, I didn’t always do my homework … and my room wasn’t always perfectly...

He asked me to ride with him. I said yes, though inside my mind was spinning like a hamster-driven wheel. When school started up this...

A Foot in the Door – by Alessia Devecchi I can’t breathe … again. Maybe it’s the altitude. Nice try, brain. I have been living at this...

I’m back! Did you miss me? Wait. Don’t answer that. You’re here now and that’s enough for me! Any-who, though I have strayed from my...

I am not yet an empty nester. We have a good 4+ years before that happens. Maybe things will be different then, but my experience thus...

We have all ventured into the room beyond tired. Eyes glazed and swollen, blurred images linger. Unspent tears, our own private jacuzzi....

I was going through a box of old pictures, as one often does when processing the loss of a loved one, and I came across a picture of the...

Drop-off was a little rough this time around. My Sun, as usual, wanted to do the whole thing alone … with me in the background. “Mom (not...

watching them head into the unknown can be excruciating It’s 4 am and I can’t sleep. It could be the altitude. I’ve read that...

We live in a fast-paced world. That doesn’t mean we have to bow to the pressure to keep up. A while back I wrote a post called Relax and...

Some of the best lessons are learned through failure. The next thing to do, after inevitably beating ourselves over the head, is to pass...

Over the years, my mindset regarding homes has evolved from a naive, fairytale “home is where the heart is” orientation … to more of a...

A short while back, I caught a glimpse of my reflection while frantically scrubbing water spots off the sinks to ready the house for yet...

The sky grows dark and the sirens sound. My first move is to call out for My Sun and LM to gather the pets and herd them into my closet,...

It all started with the ladybug cake. I was a fresh new mom with My Moon about to turn one. She needed a special cake to mark the...

Wait. I wrote that wrong. What I meant to write was Kiss My A$$ Covid. Seriously, I’m over it. Done. I want to tag out. “You don’t always...

I was in the kitchen working on a kick-ass post about some issues I am having with Little Man possessing a cell phone, when I heard a...

It’s their favorite, don’t you know, the path that meanders through the thorns, burs, and brambles, the one full of ticks and chiggers,...

Most likely, by the time you read this, it’ll just be Mel and me. JB and I are going to start our trial separation tomorrow. Ok, let’s...

credit to Natalia Slastnikova Scrolling through my emails, I noticed one from the ACT. The subject line read “Important change to your...